Osmosis Jones x Female Reader

The Zit! Gross-

The car stopped in front of a chickenpock fight. "Guess we're here to get rid of some crime." You all stepped out of the car and just watched from across the street.

"Chickenpock fights." Jones rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Hey, that's a virus! We should arrest him!" Drix readied his cannon for action.

"Woah, woah! Calm down big guy!" You stepped in front of him, stopping him from walking.

"No, man that used to be a virus. Now he's on our side. That's Chill. He's a flu shot."

"That's funny. He doesn't look flu-ish."

"Why don't you just stay here and watch the maestro work?" Jones exclaimed as he put on his sunglasses and started walking away.

"Holy shit. He looks so fine in those. The things I'd do to this man— I mean whaaaaaaat?"

"Hey, Chill. Chill! Don't y'all know pock fighting's against the law?"

Every germ and even cell started to scram away in different directions with Chill asking them where they're going.

You couldn't hear what was going on but it looked like Jones was stuck in a bad situation. "C'mon. Cock that thing of yours and let's help this foo."

WHAM!

Drix put his cannon in Chill's mouth and pinned him against the steel wall behind him.

"You, virus. I believe children's strength outta take care of you."

"Uh oh, you done done it now, Chill. This guys a psycho cop. You had your chance to spill it, but it's too late. This guy just got off the Thorazine. Now he's cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs! He's going el pollo loco on your crazy behind!"

You didn't say anything but just nod your head or smirk in the background to make this performance real. Like the mysterious sexy lady partner.

"I can't look! I just can't!" Jones covered his eyes and smiled when Chill agreed to spill the beans.

"The guy's big time. He goes by the name of Thrax. Go to that new place, the zit, on the forehead. You can't miss it. It's huge!" He started to escape into a gate as he was talking. "There's a big meeting there tonight. I'm out!" And just like that, he was gone. "But you didn't hear that from me! You didn't hear that. From. Me!"

"Excellent performance my fellow colleagues." You said as the three of you started to walk back to the car.

"Thanks, lady. And next time, I'll be the bad cop!"

"You are a bad cop." Drix commented.

Jones stopped in his tracks, confused, while you and Drix continued to walk. "Yo, who you calling a bad cop?"

"Come on Jonsey, we got a zit to get to." He begrudgingly followed, mumbling curses.

Once again, you were all packed into the car and heading over to the air. Jones parked in an alleyway to take cover from anyone that might notice.

"My, what big zits he has. How did something like this happen?" Drix wondered.

"You wash your face with fried chicken, that's how."

"He's not even kidding, it's like a daily facial of oil and grease." You added.

"C'mon. Let's blow this popsicle stand." You said jumping over Jones and out of the car.

"Damn girl, you flexible." He winked. You lightly hit his chest and started walking close to the end of the alley to scope the area.

Drix once again, once again, cocked his cannon.